A new doc touts New York nightlife as it should (and might not always) be

That's not to say Casey isn't happy with the finished product, as he should behearing what the four producers are willing to admit about each other is alone worth the price of admission. (Justine on Johnny: "I don't like how Johnny deals with certain matters, and I don't really like how he deals with me. He can be a real asshole." Michael on Justine: "She can be a little ... just adolescent-like." Johnny on everyone: "We don't always love each other.") Casey says that his first Motherfucker party2002's Andrew W.K. fete at the Roxyopened him up to a world he'd never experienced as the typical "downtown/Brooklyn hipster," and that his documentary is a love letter to the city he'd never seen before that night.

"Motherfucker might not necessarily be the most original idea, but it's the most true to what New York can represent in terms of nightlifeit's willing to be seedy and play great music, but also to be free," he concludes. "There's not a crazy amount of security, there's no bottle service, there aren't tons of drink specials. Those four hold fast to the old New York legacy. There's just nobody else like them."

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Postscript: Ive since learned that the Motherfucker movie has been pulled from the CMJ Music and Film Festival lineup. Says director David Casey: It was the festival directors decisionnot ours. Unfortunately, we could not accommodate their unwarranted expectations, which were far greater than delivering the film we submitted for acceptance. Motherfucker: A Movie will have to screen for its NYC family and friends another dayin a much more welcoming setting.